Save face and leave, before she gets mean   You know how to act, you scripted the scene   This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts   Whatevers invalidate the mind reading smile   Now ask yourself quietly, you're a bright breathing funeral   Was it worth all the agony, your last fairy tale?   Scribble out the trite words, on paper always smarter   Looking for the video locked in your left brain   A string of stealth encounters, making sex under the table   Perfect simple positions, like the truth you've learned to bend   Now ask your friends quietly, you get worked over nightly   By the brutal reality of your last fairy tale   Young fiction writer, you tried to live inside her   Depending on paper to save you in the end   Now ask yourself quietly, feel free to answer honestly   It's okay, you're alone now, was it worth one less friend?